Wednesday, February 18, 2015

A few people have asked why I’ve missed posting new
installments of RATTLETRAP. Right when the action is about to go up a notch, too.
Space battle! Penetrative sex! Good stuff.

There will be a new installment next week after I get back
from Cleveland. Jedd and Ussim’s story is a fun one and I’m excited about
returning to them. Writing is great for escape, too!

As for reasons… my reason for being in Cleveland is emotionally
draining. My oldest son Mike the Conqueror and his wife had a baby, and the
situation isn’t good. Mother’s water broke at 16 weeks and she was on bed rest.
The baby grew without amniotic fluid, which meant he was born—last month, at 27
weeks—with underdeveloped lungs. He’s on a ventilator and both lungs have
collapsed numerous times. We’re not sure he’s going to make it but he’s
fighting hard and is getting the very best medical care. He’s just so very
tiny! He weighed just over a pound when born and now weighs nearly three
pounds, but he’s still one very small human being.

Maybe you’ve noticed by now that I’m a private person, which
is why I haven’t talked much about this outside of a few friends. I still won’t be all over Facebook or Twitter,
but anyone who reads my blog or my work counts as a friend. If you read this
and you have prayers to give for my little grandson, they would be appreciated.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

The Love is Love Blog Hop is over and if you entered that,
the organizer will contact the winner of the Kindle giveaway—and dozens of
books! Because Amazon cannot pre-load a Kindle, the winner cannot get the books
until they receive the ereader and register it.

The blog hop’s organizer will contact me so I can email the
winner the .mobi file of Dangerous Beauty.
So that’s how that will happen.

Some of you also know I ran aSuper Sekrit $20 gift card giveaway
just for this blog. Yeah, I do things like that. Quite a few people commented
on that post, so thank you! In fact, my characters thank you… it appears a lot
of them would be welcome to visit you!

This morning Cate the poodle and a random number generator
helped me pick a winner… Kathy Clevenger!

I’ve already contacted Kathy and she will be getting her
gift card.

Thanks everyone for making this Valentine Love is Love Blog
Hop a huge success!

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Andrew Gordon's THE LAST GRAND MASTER is a high fantasy book I've recommended on this blog before. It's been re-released as part of Dreamspinner's new imprint--and there's a great giveaway! Check it out... and the excerpt, too!

BLURB:In a war
that shook the earth, the six gods of Nendor defeated their brother Neldin, god
of evil. For three thousand years, Nendor and the Seven Kingdoms have known
peace and prosperity and Neldin's evil was nearly forgotten.

But then Meglar, wizard king of Zargon, unleashes the dark magic of the
underworld and creates an army of creatures to carry out his master's will. One
by one, the sovereign realms fall as a new war between the gods threatens to
engulf Nendor.

Leading the opposition to Meglar is Grand Master Farrell. Young and untried,
Farrell carries a secret that could hold the key to defeating Meglar—or it
could destroy the world.

Farrell is joined by Nerti, queen of the unicorns and Miceral, an immortal
muchari warrior the Six have chosen as Farrell's mate. As Farrell and his new
allies make plans to counter Neldin's evil, Meglar forces their hand when he
invades a neighboring kingdom. Rushing to help their ally, Farrell and Miceral
find themselves in the middle of the battle. Cut off from help, Farrell
attempts an untried spell that will either turn the tide or cost he and Miceral
their lives.

AUTHOR BIO: Andrew Q.
Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were
common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech.
Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he
wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area
with his partner of nineteen years, their daughter and dog. In addition to dodging some very
self-important D.C. 'insiders', Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his
reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball
and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day.

Farrell
slept until he heard someone shuffling about the room. Rolling over, he tried
to ignore Lisle, but Miceral sat straight up.

“My, aren’t you a jumpy thing. Not
at all like your friend there.” Lisle’s voice took on an acerbic tone. “I had
your things moved to these rooms. A rather persistent unicorn kept insisting
the temple send clerics to my room with instructions to move your bags here.”
She continued to move about the room, gathering dirty clothes, unfazed by Miceral’s
presence.

“Thank you,” Miceral said. “I
wouldn’t have known where to find my room. We came here first, and Farrell fell
asleep before he found someone to show me to my quarters.”

Farrell pushed his head farther
into his pillow.

“Hmm, is that right?”

He heard Lisle leave and groaned
into his pillow, knowing where she was headed next.

“When his royal messiness wakes
up,” she called from the adjoining room, “remind him to drain the tub.”

“Um, sure,” Miceral answered as
Farrell poked his head up.

Rolling his eyes, he mouthed the
word Lisle before planting a soft
kiss on Miceral’s neck. “Good morning, Lisle.” He leaned over and brushed his
lips across Miceral’s cheek.

Lisle stomped back into the room.
“Well, well, my messy little wizard prince has decided to grace us with his
magnificent presence.” Farrell rolled onto his stomach, pulling the ends of the
pillow up around his head.

Miceral snickered before rubbing
his back.

“Now, none of that, lad. It’s long
past time for you to be up. I can’t clean until you get your lazy, naked bottom
out of bed. No offense to you, Master…?”

“Miceral.”

Farrell steeled himself for her
response.

“Nice to meet you, Miceral, even if
Farrell is too ill-mannered to have introduced us properly.” She paused long
enough for Farrell to shake his head into the pillow. “If it isn’t too
inconvenient, would you please empty that oversized tub of yours?”

“Yes, Lisle, my apologies for being
rude and not introducing you to Miceral and
for forgetting yet again to drain the tub. I’m an awful person. I don’t deserve
you in the least.”

“You’re right, you don’t deserve
me, but I’ll keep trying to make you presentable all the same. There’s food on
the table. Hurry up and eat; then get out. Show your friend around or
something. Here’s an idea. Show him his room so he isn’t stuck here with you
forever.” With an exaggerated turn, she left.

He mumbled a spell, rolling his
eyes. “The tub is drained, Lisle. Is there anything else I can do?”

“Yes,” she called from somewhere
else in the apartment. “Get up and get out!”

He snapped his hand at the door and
it swung shut. “Remind me to make sure to change the spell on that door. When
we’re in here, I don't want anyone, not even Lisle, to have access.” He sighed
heavily, then pushed the covers off.

“She’s been at Haven since before I was born. When my
former master died, she adopted me as her mission in life. Given how inept I am
at housekeeping, I quickly became her full-time assignment. I pay her enough to
cover her loss of other paying clients, and she seems content to make sure I
stay in line.” Farrell climbed out of bed. He walked over to his closet, pulled
out a pair of baggy linen pants, and stepped into them.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Though it may seem that I did nothing but sit on my butt all
of last year—I blame a barrage of health issues that are now happily resolved—I
have gotten some writing done and will be putting out books in 2015.

Thick as Ice, a
follow-up book to Thick as Thieves,
will be landing on my publisher’s desk soon. Though it does follow on the heels of the first book, it’s not precisely a sequel. It’s a another adventure! When rogues Vorgell and Madd attempt to fulfill a debt to a cranky old witch by fetching her wizened mother, they get caught up in a plot to plunge a neighboring kingdom into permanent winter. They also must teach Petal it’s impolite to eat other
people’s pets. I have a third adventure planned for them entitled Thicker than Blood, but I haven’t
started writing it yet because…

… I will be delivering two Uttor books to Resplendence to be
published this year. Both run contiguous with and tell different parts of the war and romance saga begun in Captive Heart and Dangerous Beauty. The first is Adored,
the MF romance of Adora Leonnte and Vallmer Beringen, who goes to Uttor
thinking to pursue a different princess. Widowed Adora, however, is certain she is the princess
the hunky prince really needs. That she’s pregnant presents a bit of a
problem, but Adora isn’t about to let that stop her.

The second Uttor book will be Victory Portrait, the MM romance of the youngest Kordeun son, Peta,
and conquering, royal-hating general Darius Arrento. When his emperor orders
Darius to sit for an official portrait, the general does so grudgingly… until
he finds himself smitten by the artist’s breathtakingly beautiful slave, little
knowing that his conniving emperor has put a prince in his path.

And if that is not enough, I am working on preparing my epic Triempery series for submission to mainstream publishers. Crossing my fingers on that one! I will be putting up the first two chapters of the first book soon for feedback.

Also, I have a short story coming soon in an anthology to be released by Wilde City Press. April Fools, anyone? How about spider shifters? Bwahahaha!

So that’s what I’m doing behind the scenes!

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SUPER SEKRIT GIVEAWAY

If you’ve read this far, you are probably either a reader of this blog or someone interested in my work. That makes you special! So for Valentine’s Day, you get your own giveaway.

Answer this question in a comment: If you could have any of my characters for a night, for any reason, which one and why? Any reason qualifies. I don’t judge.

Comments on this post enter a drawing for a $20 Dreamspinner or ARe gift card. In addition, the winner can choose a free ebook from my list of published work. You can find that list here.

Cate the poodle and I will draw a winner on Monday morning, February 16th.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Welcome to the Love is Love Blog Hop. The Rafflecopter link
and more details about the giveaway are at the bottom of this post. I will be holding a separate giveaway just for this blog on a post tomorrow.

As for what
I think about love…

Love between human beings is an amazing thing. We read about
it. Write about it. Talk about it. Most of us want as much as possible of it in
our lives.

That’s why it amazes me to see so many people—who probably
think of themselves as loving, who want love and give love—try to deprive
others of the right to love. For ourselves—but not others?

I believe that love needs only be consensual to be good. It
may be difficult, such as when two people are not in a position socially or
legally to act on their feelings, or it may be complicated, because sometimes
love is not the only emotion or obligation involved—but the love itself is not
wrong. Sometimes the actions or decisions people lay on the altar of love are
wrong. But love?

A very wise man once told me “You can’t legislate morality.”
He was so right. (He was also a legislator, and knew what he was talking
about.) People can make laws. They can force people to obey laws. But no law
ever written, enacted, or enforced ever made a good person out of a bad one, or
made a sinner into a saint.

A law can tax money out of people’s pockets, but it
cannot make them generous.

A law can make it illegal to love (or hate), but it
cannot prevent love (or hate).

What triumphs is love itself. More love. So let’s celebrate
love and do what we can as loving people to create more of it.

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Stop by tomorrow for a post all about what I’ve been writing
and the books coming out this year. I will also be holding a special giveaway just for readers of my blog.

And check out this blog hop prize!

All of the authors below have contributed to this great prize.
A Kindle loaded with books! A veritable library of LGBT love at your
fingertips.

First
Patrick is accosted by a hellhound with a yen for fries and ketchup. Then he
encounters a beautiful, but bratty angel who doesn’t seem to understand the
concept of ‘no’… or personal space. Not to mention he demands Patrick pleasure
him, which Patrick refuses to do. So why does Patrick feel a connection to this
unruly seraphim? And why can’t he forget him?

Two
weeks later, the brat is back, making more demands. But Patrick makes it clear
he doesn’t do demands. That should be the end of it, right? Or not… Maybe
there’s more to this bratty angel than meets the eye. If Patrick has the
patience to get past his bratty ways.

Excerpt:

Patrick rounded the corner fast, almost too
fast. He barely kept his balance, groaning when his left knee twisted,
reminding him that his ability to outrun anyone or anything had taken a turn
for the worse. If that damn thing he'd only snatched a brief glimpse of got
him, he'd be mauled and killed.

The huge, nightmarishthing panted as it
chased after him, gusts of his surprisingly clean-smelling breath wafting to
him. As Patrick raced through the deserted streets—because who the hell took a
shortcut at this time of the night—he searched for a hiding spot. A fire ladder
would work too, or whatever. Anything really, so he could put a safe distance
between himself and the grotesque creature. He could have avoided all of this
but, damn him, he'd indulged in his human body's desire for junk food. Next
time he was going to order his food in—if he lived long enough.

Patrick's lungs burned, and his leg muscles
screamed bloody murder at him. Fuck the universe for rendering him incapable of
flying. He’d been trapped in this human body for twenty-three years already,
and no one would ever think he'd once been strong and—best not to go there.
Nothing good ever came of his memories.

Patrick stumbled, and a hot gust of air tickled
his neck. He plunged face forward to the ground, all air rushing out in one
short pained gasp. Reflexively he put his hands behind his head to protect his
vulnerable neck.

Curled up on the ground, Patrick peeked over
his shoulder when a chuckle drew his attention. Someone hunkered down next to
him before gentle fingers pried the last string of the bag from his hand.
Patrick gritted his teeth, wishing he was in possession of his power instead of
lying there, almost whimpering in fear.

The person who'd spoken to him withdrew, and
the creature's paws clicked on the ground as it followed the voice. Whoever it
was rustled the wraps of his food and talked soothingly to the yipping beast.
Carefully and slowly, Patrick turned on his side to take a look. His heart
thumped painfully hard against his ribcage, almost causing it to burst.

In the corner of the badly lit alley crouched
something that seemed to be a mix between a large dog and a wolf, but the size
of a pony. That wasn't even the strangest characteristic of the beast. No, the
strangest characteristic was the dark brown, folded wings on the beast's back.
That couldn't be!

Patrick's gaze traveled to the hands that
dumped his fries on the torn bag, generously spreading ketchup all over them.
The beast licked the hand in a grateful gesture before it dug into the food.

Patrick's breath caught when he observed the
naked man who knelt next to the creature. The man's face was beautiful, no
doubt about that. Patrick's gaze slid along a slender throat, finely toned
shoulders, and a slight frame. A white, feathery wing
covered the man's crotch.

An
angel.

Chris
T. Kat

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of
Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two
children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into
it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after
escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing.
She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and
romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to
audiobooks or does cross stitch.